I can’t deal with my sudden influx of love for Theatre Lab and the people in it. I just want to sit here and draw fanart all day (as I inevitably do when I’m surrounded by creative individuals who make good work).
I’ve also learned that I’m not terribly invested in the theatre industry, but it’s hard not to adore the imaginative quality of it all. It would be wonderful to work at another place where reality blends with fiction so readily.
Quick one - just wanted to capture todays afternoons feel.
Mideau - Hejduk (Faded Paper Figures Remix)
My fictional passions often bleed into reality. Live-action roleplaying and acting are both extremely risky—I always end up with irrational miniature crushes on people in my life just because they play characters I happen to adore. If I do end up trying to write television shows, I’d probably throw myself at my actors like a pathetic, lovelorn child. I guess I just like the idea of something in my head finding a tangible representation in real life, egotistical as it is.
In a way, I’ve always been too eager to project fictions onto actual people. It’s a really problematic habit, but it does make life more interesting.
Quick doodle of the actual cuties. X3
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired
Out of the ashSylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Thao & The Get Down Stay Down - Holy Roller
- The Co-Artistic Director and Playwriting Teacher think I have a Good Voice and can write Good Television Shows. They’re putting me in contact with some Hollywood People. Let’s see how far cautious optimism takes me.
- I can’t act my own work for shit. Cold readings are the worst thing ever. Maybe I should just stick to writing.
I hate myself wow